Moving Forward. Poem by Lisa Cresswell Wilkinson

2001 was when it all started
I became down and my mind departed
With bereavement to handle it was all too much
I lost a grip and was out of touch

With medical help I straggled along
Hoping that one day I would become strong

You came into my life with empathy and care
I felt at ease knowing I had someone there

With much support from everyone near
I gradually felt better and things became clear

You were always there at the end of the phone,
When I needed to cry: when I felt alone

For 3 years now youve visited my home
so I thought it was time to compile a poem
just to say thankyou and I mean it so true
its time to move forward for both me and you

You'll always be remembered and valued till the end

Youre more than a carer
Youre one special friend.